November 18, 2008

  • the chill of vulnerability

     

    feeling

    thin skinned

    & almost

    as transparent

    & fragile

    as an

     egg shell

    i took

    refuge

    deep inside

    the feathers

    of my bed

    leaving

    only eyes

    nose

    & lips

    exposed

    to perceive

    the world

    around me

    it's become

     my habit

     

     

     

    gnd0

     

     

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  • i've been in bed most of the day too.  it's warmer here.  i have a heated mattress pad (warm covers too).    and even coco comes in tonight it's so cold.  mom said it was about 15 degrees colder than last year.

  • That describes me just about perfectly right about now.

  • Sometimes I feel weak, vulnerable, and transparent. It is a scary feeling for  a75 year old man.

  • Ah

    Sister, Sister, the wounds need a skin sometimes. The fires of our hearts need to be banked. The embers need hands to cup them from the wind and a kind breath to coax them back to flames.

    It is well. The cold is passing. The haunting ephemeral.

    As the birds huddle in the winter with their feathers fluffed, their beaks tucked between wing and body, so we are, sometimes. I imagine. And yet, like the birds, when skies break and body eased, we heave our way back into the sky.

    Be well
    My friend
    Vulnerability is a sign of feeling, which is, a sign of being able to Be.

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